Nina and I had a split day. In the morning we went to Vegas for breakfast and a bit of shopping. Bought 3 pair of pants and 2 belts for me. Afterwards we headed home and saw Dennis getting his bike out for an afternoon ride. We chatted a few minutes and then headed upstairs to set up Nina’s new iPad Air 2.  Around 1:30 we headed out on the bike and headed to the dealership for a party there. We had a nice time with about 20 people and won a few small prizes and came home in the dark. This was our first night ride together and it was not bad.

The state police were in my living quarters for a couple of hours yesterday. Identity theft. Not mine, or anyone that counts. A customer’s bank card was being used by her caretaker at our ATM and the police were interested in seeing who was using it. I’ve wasted more time showing surveillance video to cops this year. We did find the place where she did use the ATM and the cop was happy, so I get another speeding ticket pass when I get pulled over next. (Yes Carl, I am a scofflaw) Nice cop. Asked questions about the shooting. He was off that day.

Speaking of the shooting, it looks like the case is finally coming to a head on the 30th. I had a class that I was hoping to take that day, but I guess I’ll be incur for a plea deal hearing. I hope this finishes it for me. Next time, I think I need to eliminate the court process . . . . . if there is a next time.

• Errands in SF today. Boring stuff. Not a fan of SF.
• Cubs choked again. Not surprised.
• I never realized that my family were cubs fans. Sad.
• Biden says no. Good for him.
• Hillary is still a vapid bitch.
• Trump is an ass, but he is entertaining.
• I read an article stating that ALL D.C. pols are afraid of a Trump presidency. If that bunch of lying shitbags are afraid of him, I may have to think again about voting for an ass.
• Netanyahu and Kerry meeting in Berlin?
• That road rage killing of a child outside of Alb. yesterday is no surprise. Road rage is rampant in this state. I blame the liberals.
• The times I’ve been part of a road rage incident (3) was telling. Two of the three vehicles had obama stickers on their car. I’ll not claim total innocence, but I never started things. Once it’s started, it’s game on.
• Erin leaves today. Sad.
• I have a Skilled Rider’s Class tomorrow. This should be fun. It’s held at the same place as the New Rider’s Course, but instead of riding the class bikes, we drive our own rides. Currently we have 9 openings and I hope there’s more than that signed up. I sent an email to the chapter to try and drum up more riders.
• Going to be a nice weekend. With the week we had, it’ll be nice to be warm again.
• Peace.

Yesterday, rain.
Today, rain.
Tomorrow, rain predicted.
Friday on through next week, nice predicted?

A man is walking home alone late one foggy night… when behind him he hears:

Bump…
BUMP…
BUMP…

Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.

BUMP…
BUMP…
BUMP…

Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him

FASTER…
FASTER…
BUMP…
BUMP… 
BUMP…

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping

clappity-BUMP…
clappity-BUMP…
clappity-BUMP…

on his heels, the terrified man runs.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in.  His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.

With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.

Bumping and clapping toward him.

The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!

Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket…

and,

(hopefully you’re ready for this!!!)

The coffin stops

Clever Jury
In a criminal justice system based on 12 individuals not smart enough to get out of jury duty, here is a jury to be proud of:

A defendant was on trial for murder. There was strong evidence indicating guilt, but there was no corpse.

In the defence’s closing statement, the lawyer, knowing that his client would probably be convicted, resorted to a trick.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have a surprise for you all,” the
lawyer said as he looked at his watch. “Within one minute, the person presumed dead in this case will walk into this courtroom.” He looked toward the courtroom door. The jurors, somewhat stunned, all looked on eagerly.

A minute passed. Nothing happened.

Finally, the lawyer said, “Actually, I made up the previous statement. But you all looked on with anticipation. I, therefore, put it to you that you have a reasonable doubt in this case as to whether anyone was killed, and I insist that you return a verdict of not guilty.”

The jury retired to deliberate. A few minutes later, the jury returned and pronounced a verdict of guilty.

“But how?” inquired the lawyer. “You must have had some doubt; I saw all of you stare at the door.”

The jury foreman replied: “Yes, we did look, but your client didn’t.”

Woke this morning and did the usual b.s. and finally checked into FB only to see a list of friends mourning the loss of Doña Pearson. She was someone that read everything here and would comment to me privately. Her time on this plane was filled with people that loved her and enjoyed her company, but her body was not kind to her. She is now pain free.